& then he roams the woodlands
As happy as a moth on summers nights
Now pausing thro the brambles prickly twine
Where midnight lingers in the leafy mine
& now thro smooth barked hazels mellow green
That leave a pleasant open spot between
Thro flowers & grass & many crippled brake
Then garden clumps as nature wills to make
(fragment)
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